Torn

Two, three, four

Torn, torn, torn between two thoughts
I'm torn between thoughts
On a ghost ship
That's lost between shores
I'm mostly

I'm mostly yours
Our nights are
Sewn together and sold as their seen
You're worth your weight in gold
Not a bean, half a tonne
Beautiful, your scorn

Torn, torn
Torn between two thoughts
I'm torn, torn
Torn between thoughts
'Cause I'm twisted
But mostly not

I'm innocent
Still believe in all I fought for
I think I thought I was fighting for

All the nights where
We get sewn today and sold as their seen
But I hope that things don't take all your seed at all
That you done, beautiful skull

If it's true that you reap what you sow
Then I've got it coming, oh yeah and I know
That I weighed up the pros and the cons
Felt up to proud, and I know
That it's reap what you sow
I may have it comin, oh so I'm told
Oh but who's to judge who, man I would't judge you
On judgment day, I deserved it too...

Torn, torn
Torn between two thoughts
Torn, torn
Torn between thoughts
On a ghost ship
Now I'm lost between ports
Still I'm mostly
Mostly yours